. I would like to,“ he answered a little hoarsely. His scalp was tingling even more; his throath was drier than ever. „Would you like to whip Meli...sa?“ came the question.There was an intake of breath from the other side of the cell and Quentin's brain seemed to bubble as he looked across at the kneeling shackled figure. He knew he would like to do a lot with Melissa. Including whipping her.„Yes... I would,“ he stated, yet not truly believing that he was going to be permitted to do such a thing.. One idea that we came up with has us both excited. I am planning on attending a convention in Nashville and, while there, we will have a few, hot, sexual encounters. My dick got so fucking hard when I thought of all the possibilities.My wife loved to dress provocatively, rarely wearing a bra, and went commando when we did go out. I might add she loved to flash men, and gave them a big thrill. Her breasts were just right, not so big; they sagged, but were more than enough to play with. She had a. I am pretty fair skinned and burn easily, so I had taken off my shirt and used almost an entire spray can of sun screen to makes sure I got everywhere, leaving the empty can in my trunk.When I walked by the Muscle Beach area, two guys were actually flexing, posing. I know I sound like a dick, but I was bigger and better defined that anyone there and I snickered as I walked by and went to the beach.Yeah, bite me.I had my beach chair my towel, my cooler full of cold water and my mirrored. Will you be filming it?”I asked, “Can I?”Allison smiled at me again and said, “Anything you want. I assume that you will keep blackmailing me until you get what you want.” then she laughed.I took her hand and led her to my house and up to my bedroom. She smiled when she saw my digital camera already attached to the tripod and in one corner. I picked up the remote and pressed a button. The television lit up, the camera started recording, and Allison turned to kiss me. She whispered in my ear,.